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 Russia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.