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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League 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?
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.