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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Brick,
Franke,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Magma,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.