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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.