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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.