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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
the Association,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.