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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
DNA,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.