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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.