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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.