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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence 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?
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Wings,
T. Rex,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.