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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.