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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
CMW,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.