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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.