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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
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.