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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.