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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.