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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
UT,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.