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 Turkey 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.