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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.