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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.