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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.