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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.