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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.