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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.