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 Mali 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.