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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.