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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.