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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.