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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.