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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.