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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Slits,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.