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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
UT,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.