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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.