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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Franke,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.