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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The United States of America to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.