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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.