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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.