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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Television to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.