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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.