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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.