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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Smog,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
The Names,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.