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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.