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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.