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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.