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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.