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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.