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 Nauru 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Chrome,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Shoche,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
ABC,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.