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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.