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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.