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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.