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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.