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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.