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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moleskins to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.