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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.