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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.