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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.