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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.