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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.