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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
X-101,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.