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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Magma,
ABBA,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.