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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.