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 Germany and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.