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 Lesotho and from London.
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 Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Ten City,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.