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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Ludus,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.