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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.