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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Excepter,
MC5,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.