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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.