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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.