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 Eritrea and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.