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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.