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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.