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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.