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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.