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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.