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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.