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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.