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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.