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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.