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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.