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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.