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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.