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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Lyres,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
The Associates,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.