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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Can,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.