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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.