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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.