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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Smiths,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.