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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.