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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 X-102 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Nico,
This Heat,
the Swans,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.