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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.