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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.