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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.