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 Finland and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.