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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.