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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
MC5,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.