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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.