Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.