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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.