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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
UT,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Faust,
Gong,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.