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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.