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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.