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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.