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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.