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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Dead C 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Nico,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.