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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.