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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.