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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.