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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.