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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.