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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.