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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 808 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 The Names to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.