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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.