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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD 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?
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.