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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.