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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.