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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.