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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.