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 China and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Fortunes 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Moebius,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.