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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.