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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.