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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.