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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Hoover 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.