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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.