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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Human League to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.