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 Samoa 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.