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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Wings,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.