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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.