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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Swans,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.