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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.