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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.