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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.