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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
World's Most,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.