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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.