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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lou Christie 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.