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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Fear,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.