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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Index,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.