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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
This Heat,
The Names,
The Remains,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.