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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.