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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.