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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.