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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.