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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Television,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.