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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.