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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.