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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.