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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.