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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Alphaville,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Niagra,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.