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 Nicaragua 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.