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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Chrome,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.