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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.