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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Ronan,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.