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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.