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 Denmark and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.