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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.