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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.