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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.