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 Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.