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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.