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 China and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.