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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.