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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Skarface to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
ABBA,
Faust,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.