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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.