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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
ABC,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.