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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.