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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.