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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.