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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.