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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the grime 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
X-101,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Can,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.