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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.