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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Brick,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Oneida,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.