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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.