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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.