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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.