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 France and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.