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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Slave,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.