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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
UT,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.