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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.