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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.