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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.