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 Palau and from Paris.
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 Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.