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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.