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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Stooges,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.