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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.