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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.