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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.