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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.