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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.