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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.