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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.