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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.