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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
UT,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.