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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.