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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.