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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Technova,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.