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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.