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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.