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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
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.