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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.