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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Visage,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.