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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.