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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Magma,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Sparks,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.