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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
the Association,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.