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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.