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 North and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Can,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Crime,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.