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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.