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 China and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.