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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.