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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.