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 Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.