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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.