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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.