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 Malaysia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.