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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.