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 Armenia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.