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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Scientists,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Monks,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.