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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Can,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.