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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.