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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
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.