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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.