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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.