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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.