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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Goldenarms 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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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.