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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.