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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.