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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.