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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Moleskins,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.