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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
The Names,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.