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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.