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 Ireland and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Slits to the electroclash 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.