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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
X-102,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.