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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.