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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
AZ,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.