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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Japan to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Skaos,
Wings,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.