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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.