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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Swans,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.