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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.