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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.