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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Index,
Can,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Monks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.