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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Crime,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.