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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Nico,
Chrome,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.