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 Latvia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.