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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.