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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.