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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Saints to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.