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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.