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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Liliput,
Main Source,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Wings,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.