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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.