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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.