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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.