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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
New Order,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.