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 Finland 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Brick,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.