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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.