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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.