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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 ABC to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.