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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.