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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.