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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.