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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.