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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Main Source,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.