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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.