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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Inner City,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.