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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.