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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leaves 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.