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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.