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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.