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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Wire,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.