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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.