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 Benin and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Fear,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.