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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
10cc,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.