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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.