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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Index,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.