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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.