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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.