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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the rock 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Sparks,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.