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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.