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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
The Move,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.