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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.