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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.