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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
New Order,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.