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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Wings,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.