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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
The Standells,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.