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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
ABC,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.