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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.