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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Technova,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.