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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.