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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.