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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Can,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.