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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.