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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.