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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.