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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
June Days,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.