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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.