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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.