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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.