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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Index,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.