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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.