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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.