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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.