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 United States and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.