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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Nico,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.