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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.