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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.