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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Little Man,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.