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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.