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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.