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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.