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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.