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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.