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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
UT,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.