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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.