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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Swans,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.