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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.