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 Mongolia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.