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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.