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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.