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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.