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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.