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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.