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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.