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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.