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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.