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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.