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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.