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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.