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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.