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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.