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 Mongolia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.