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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.