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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.