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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Scion,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.