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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Crime,
10cc,
Fear,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.