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 Italy 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mojo Men to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
UT,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.