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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.