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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.