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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.