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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.