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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.