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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.