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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.