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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.