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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.