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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.