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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.