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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.