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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.