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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.