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 New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
The Sound,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.