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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Hoover,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.