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 Malaysia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.