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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Organ,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.