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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.