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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.