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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Audionom,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.