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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Smog,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.