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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
10cc,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.