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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.