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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
MC5,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.