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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.