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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.