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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.