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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.