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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Rakim,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.