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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Wasted Youth 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.