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 China and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.