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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.