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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.