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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Gong,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.