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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.