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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.