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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
JFA,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
New Order,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.