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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.