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 the UAE 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.