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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.