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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.