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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar 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?
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.