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 Poland and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.