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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.