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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.