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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
MDC,
Visage,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.