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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.