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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.