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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.