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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.