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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.