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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.