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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.