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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.