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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.