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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.