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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.