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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
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.