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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.