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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
X-101,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.