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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.