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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.