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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.