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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
MDC,
Section 25,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.