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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.