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 Poland and from Lille.
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 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 Lille 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 mellotron 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.