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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.