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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.