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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.