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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.