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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.