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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Cure to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
MC5,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.