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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks 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?
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Television,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.