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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.