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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.