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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.