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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.