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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Slits 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.