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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Model 500,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.