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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.