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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Shoche,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.