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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.