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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.