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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.