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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Slave,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.