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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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?
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Faust,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
June Days,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.