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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.