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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.