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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.