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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.