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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.