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 Mauritania 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.