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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.