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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.