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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.