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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.