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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.