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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.