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 Australia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Ten City,
Suicide,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.