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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.