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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.