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 Nauru 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Ludus,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.