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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.