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 Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.