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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.