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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Vogues to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.