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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Slave,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.