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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
MC5,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.