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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks 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?
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.