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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
CMW,
Whodini,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.