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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Fear,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.