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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.