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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.