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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Swans to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Technova,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.