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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.