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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.