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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.