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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
MC5,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.