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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.