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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.