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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Pole,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.