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 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Section 25,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.