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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.