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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May 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?
The Standells,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Jandek,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.