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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Magma,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.