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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.