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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.