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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Cymande,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.