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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.