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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.