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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.