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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
The Wake,
Wings,
JFA,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.