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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Nas,
Index,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.