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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
June of 44,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
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.