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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.