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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.