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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.