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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.