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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
X-101,
The Litter,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.