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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.