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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Toasters to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.