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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.