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 Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.