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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.