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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Can,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.