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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.