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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.