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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.