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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.