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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.