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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
The Residents,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.