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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The New Christs to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.