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 Spain 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
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.