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 Iran and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Crime,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.