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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.