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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.