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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
JFA,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.