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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.