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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
The Cure,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.