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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 güiro 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.