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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.