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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
The Victims,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.