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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.