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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.