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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.