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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.