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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Nico,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.