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 Mali 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.