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 Palau and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.