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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.