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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.