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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.