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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the punk 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.