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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.