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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Flipper,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.