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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.