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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.