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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Oneida,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.