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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.