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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.